Manhattan belongs to 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞. At twenty-three, she is New York's most visible success story: a fashion prodigy with Vogue covers, private fittings, and a reputation polished to perfection. However, beneath the structure, Soleil is volatile. Petty. Bratty. Childish. Defiant in ways that don't belong in the world she dominates, and far less interested in discipline than she is in breaking it. When her father remarries, Soleil gains a step-sister she neither asked for nor intends to tolerate. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 is eighteen, newly arrived in Manhattan, and deeply rooted in one of the city's most visible religious circles. She moves through sanctuaries and society with quiet certainty, guided by devotion, restraint, and something far more rigid than faith. Willow does not bend, and when she cannot control something, she destroys it. They do not want to understand each other. But in a city that thrives on performance, the line between temptation and control becomes dangerously easy to cross.

"You're shaking so fucking hard, Ryan... Is it because you're terrified of what I'll do to you, or because you're praying I finally ruin that innocent little brain of yours?" His breath stuttered. The pencil slipped from his fingers. "Madison... stop," Ryan whispered, voice strained, ears burning red. "You know we can't do this. I'm your tutor. This can't happen." I smiled against his skin, squeezing the very obvious bulge in his pants. "But baby," I purred, voice low and filthy, "your dick says otherwise."

Lilith Hawthorne is a 20 year old psychology student with a complicated heart and more issues than she likes to admit. She feels too much, thinks too hard, and often drowns in the weight of her own empathy. She's curious, emotionally intense, and carries unresolved wounds especially the kind only a mother can leave behind. Valentina Salvatore is a 30 year old CEO. She works hard to build her career and keep things running smoothly. At the same time, she loves deeply but carefully, making sure her feelings go to the right person. She has learned to protect her heart and waits for someone who matches the way she feels. Where Lilith is full of feelings and unpredictability, Valentina has her life sorted out. They come from different worlds and have different ways of living, but what if that's exactly why they fit?

"I need you right now" Alex whispered in my ear as her hand traveled down to the hem of my jeans. "please" I whined as she kissed my neck. "you're very needy today" she smirked before pulling off my jeans. her fingers travelled down to my opening. Alex de Luca is a 25 year old billionaire who inherited her family's businesses. she's a cold woman who runs her business and mafia with an iron fist. she's a play girl who doesn't believe in love. Olivia is a 20 year old fashion designer who is in a well off family. she's a sweetheart and loves everything around her. she's been through a lot but it only made her stronger- she has faith in everything. Olivia has known from a young age she'd be in an arranged marriage. she came out as a lesbian to her parents'distaste. Luckily for her she was pushed into a marriage of convenience with a woman. they do not get along one bit, some might say they hate each other.

"If it makes it less awkward i don't want to do it either," "Really? because I think you're too far up your own ass to give a shit about what people have worked for so fu-" she doesn't get to finish because I grab her arm gently spinning her so she can face me. She was walking too fast anyway. "Curse at me one more time and I'll make it my personal mission to to uphold this branded reputation," I say before she removes my hand aggressively. "The plane leaves in an hour, I suggest you pack some clothes,"she says before striding away •••••••••••••••••♪•••••••••• Ahvi Reynaud, a 32yr old with a huge secret that finally comes to light at the cost of her failed marriage, the heiress to the most global company owned by the business mogul, Louis Reynaud, is forced to step up and join the family business, something she's loathed since birth despite being coached for it her whole life. Odessa Murray, a 26yr old married executive assistant with a dream far more than managing another Nepo baby, is given an ultimatum to either keep working for the Reynaud family or face the consequences of her secret being exposed by Mr Reynaud, What happens when the demands of their roles forces them to put their differences aside and work in close proximity?

The seduction dripped off of her tongue, just like I desired to be, her low voice entrancing me with the dangerously sadistic melodies of a siren song, with the most terribly sinful lyrics. "I could kill you right now, Angel." She inched closer towards me. "Right here," she said, her eyes raking over my body, sizing me up, slowly. The lustful grey in them soon lifted back up, intimidating mine. Her harsh words screamed murderous intent, but the look in her eyes whispered a different kind of sin. I couldn't tell whether my breath hitched at her cruel threat, or the yearning pulse between my... She interrupted my stream of consciousness, poisoning it with every still second, keeping her gaze on mine as her depraved hand reached out to caress the bruised side of my neck. "But I have something else in mind." ──────────────────── No one ever says it out loud. What she really is. Dangerous. Heartless. Merciless. A murderer. Everyone knows it. And now, she's in control. There are only so many people who kill their way to the top and get away with it. But there are things far more dangerous than power. Things not only worth killing for, but dying for. Seduction. Obsession. Love? Angeline Kelleher, her new secretary, seems to be the only one reckless enough to question her. To stand too close. To look too long. Unfortunately for Angeline, sin itself was designed to allure. Some urges were never meant to be denied, and resisting the sexual temptation of the devil is not an easy sport. But resisting falling in love may be even harder, especially with someone she wasn't sure was even capable of such a feeling... Hopefully 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 angel doesn't fall and break her wings. 𝑂𝑢𝑐ℎ． ⚠️ MATURE CONTENT ⚠️ #1 in lesbian (October 2025) #1 in women (August 2026)

"From today onwards, Ares will be responsible for your security." Haven froze. Lucifer's voice was final, unwavering. She knew that tone. Knew there was no room for negotiation. Her grip tightened around the glass in her hand. "I don't need a bodyguard." Lucifer's stare was ice. "You don't get a choice in this matter Vida." She scoffed. "You expect me to let him follow me around like a damn shadow?" Ares stood by the doorway, silent, dark, and completely uninterested. The dim lighting cast sharp edges across his face-expression unreadable, stance lethal. "You think I want this?" he muttered, voice low, detached. "So stay out of trouble, and I won't have to babysit you." Haven turned to him, fury igniting like gasoline meeting fire. "Babysit? Cute. I didn't know Lucifer's lapdog could talk." Ares barely spared her a glance. "Talk back to me again, and I'll show you what else I can do." Lucifer sighed, rubbing his temples. "Enough. Haven, Ares will be your bodyguard until we find someone more... tolerable." Ares scoffed. "Don't bother. No one would last a week with her." Haven's lips curled into a slow, wicked smirk. "Then let's make sure you don't last a week either, shall we?" For the first time, Ares actually looked at her. Long. Cold. Assessing. And then, he smirked too. "Try me, fiera." Her pulse jumped at the name. Fiera. Little fire. --- Upcoming - JUNE 2025

Arielle built her empire from the ground up. Campus athletes sit in her chair. Her schedule stays full. Her pockets stay heavy. She doesn't chase. She doesn't fold. And she definitely doesn't date clients. Cole Preston didn't plan on being distracted. Between football, family, and proving himself, women were never the priority. Until her. One haircut turns into late-night DMs. Late-night DMs turn into campus tension. And suddenly, the girl who doesn't need anyone is the only one he wants to impress. The only problem? None really. She just THINKS brunette Cole wouldn't want her dark skin self. But heavy feelings don't stay in for too long .................................................................. "I need you mama" he breathes me in his lips still on my neck moving slowly. "I can't breathe knowing you're not around" "I can't sleep knowing you're not around" "I can't eat knowing you're not around" His words seem to affect me more when they're murmured against my neck. "I need you Arielle" .................................................................. #1 in cosmetology 4/10/26 #1 in ilovehim 4/10/26 #1 in iloveher 4/10/26 #1 in wbbg 4/10/26 #2 in yearn 5/8/26

Tasha Clarke is twenty-seven and stuck. What was meant to be a temporary job at a golf club has stretched into years of serving drinks, forcing smiles, and enduring the leers of men twice her age. With her best friend Nyla's wedding on the horizon, Tasha can't help but feel left behind. Nyla has love, stability, and a future. Tasha has routine and a gnawing hunger for something more-something dangerous enough to make her feel alive again. Across the ocean, 30 year-old, Ignacio Montoya prepares to step into Seattle for the first time in years. His empire stretches across continents, claiming cities like New York, Chicago, Miami, and Los Angeles in blood and power. But Seattle remains unscarred-a weakness he intends to remedy. On the surface, Ignacio comes as a best man, to toast the wedding of his oldest friend. Beneath the tailored suit, however, lies a predator's intent. He sees Seattle not as a city of celebration, but as prey. Ignacio Montoya is a storm-silent until he breaks, relentless once he does. While Tasha aches for change and Ignacio charts his conquest, fate coils their paths together. What begins as a wedding celebration will unravel into something far more dangerous: a collision of hunger and power, yearning and control. When the storm finally reaches her, Tasha Clarke's life-and Seattle itself-will never be the same.